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Do you recall the object,

                As it was the morning and in

Our half sleep we had poured cups of

Milk and                          Had sat quietly 

In the light that              Covered the table

                Drinking as the air came down

From the opening at the height of your

Blue windows,

                             And as I had dressed in

A shirt of white cotton

And led you from your house

                            Into the cool lanes,

                            Do you recall the object,

Where I was a white figure before you

And you were blinded

        By the ferocity of that clear matin,

        So soft as it came upon us,

The burnished shade       Beneath oaks

                                              That seemed

Calcified giants in the      Trembling heat,

The grasses alive with voices

        As of lost spirits

That called their powers home,

                                                    O soul,

Do you recall the object that we saw?

            Murmuring in its haze of shapes,

A dark sleeper.

                        The voices of birds rang

                                              In the stillness.